credit to tumblr user barbedsins (with grammer edits)
The muscles in your thighs are sore and your lower stomach hurts like fuck, not to mention the stinging pain in your breasts. At least it's cozy and warm under your blanket and the other wives are outside, leaving you alone so you won't yell at them.
As the door opens you look over the shoulder, quickly turning back as a small smile spreads over your face.
"You want a fuckin' drink?" Negan asks, unusual softly as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Shaking your head he sighs. "You want me to fuckin' leave?"
"No, come here." You laugh quietly and lift up the blanket on your backside.
Hearing him undress you bite your lower lip, pressing your thighs together.
"You're naked." He huffs surprised as he lays down.
Humming you nod as he presses his body on yours, carefully, his chest hair tickling you in a pleasant way.
"So, is it bad?"
"Yeah, and it's only the first damn day."
Closing your eyes you enjoy as he puts his large hand on your stomach, his fingers drawing small circles while he spreads little kisses over your neck.
You think about the early days of being a wife which wasn't easy. Not only that you 'look' differently than them, your relationship with Negan was and is different. While they act like he pleases, you sometimes get sassy and take what you need. And he never complained.
Slowly relaxing you snuggle closer to him, feeling his smile against your shoulder blade.
"Where else does it hurt?"
"My thighs." You mumble, not mentioning your breasts. If he touched them you'd probably break his nose. Or rip off his balls. Or both.
His hand slides down and roams over your thigh, stroking gently the pained muscles. It feels so good.
"What are you doing?" You ask as he lifts up your leg and rests it on his.
"Shh, just fuckin' enjoy." He whispers and dips on your clit as he touches your vulva. "No women shit?"
"Sherry used the last tampon." You explain, cheeks flushing slightly red.
"I'll get ya something when I'm done with ya."
"What are you... oh." A moan escaping your mouth as he slides his finger over your clit.
With his forefinger and thumb he squeezes the folds of skin around your sweet pearl and you gasp for air, not expecting him to know this trick. Shudders run down your spine as he squeezes and pleasures you, turning your small moans into loud ones.
It doesn't take you long until your clit twitching under the pressure of his touches and you cry out your orgasm.
"F-fuck me." You plead breathlessly and Negan moans, nodding.
"You turnin' around to me sweetheart?" He asks and turns to the nightstand to grab some tissues, cleaning your blood from his fingers.
You do, biting your lower lip as your eyes meet his lust blown hazel ones. Again he's taking your thigh to wrap it around his waist, his hand touching you in a soothingly manner as he presses your crotches together. Hissing he looks down as he starts to rubbing up and down, your pussy lips bathing him in a mass of juices and blood which you should be ashamed of.
But he doesn't mind, because it's natural and a sick part of him might turns it on.
"Don't touch them." You say quickly as his eyes started wandering up to your plump breasts.
"Alright sweetheart." He mumbles as he leans forward, lips hovering yours as his cock head presses against your wet entrance.
During the period your pussy always feels tighter, hotter like not even a straw would fit in there. He seems to feel the same as a good amount of cusses leaving his mouth and he jerks his hips up, trying to be as slow and gentle as possible. And he stays in this rhythm as he starts penetrating you, keeping his thrusts in a steady rhythm.
Clinging to his shoulder you let him claim and conquer your mouth, begging him silently to take you faster. And he does. Picking up his speed, he nearly drives you to the edge of ecstasy as your walls clamping and gripping after his cock. It doesn't take the pain away, but the pleasure is too overwhelming so you forget about the cramps for a while.
"Fuck Y/N... ah, so fuckin' good.. jesus." Negan groans.
You enjoying how vocal he gets as he suddenly rolls you on top and snapping your hips together in a fast rhythm. His hands gripping your ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them with a grunt. Your upper body crashes on his chest, your brain clouded in a fog of pleasure as you let him fuck into you.
As the second orgasm rolls closer you bury your face in his neck, screaming out the bittersweet mix of satisfaction and pain. Your toes curling, walls clenching and milking his cock as his back arches and he shouts out your name.
One last time he increases his speed before he spills deeply in you, mixing his arousal to yours and turning it into a creamy mass of sins. Riding you both through the orgasms he's holding you close, kissing the tears away which dropped unnoticed of your cheeks.
A few moments no one of you speak, the room just filled with your breathy pants while his arms are wrapped around your back in an intimate manner.
"Would you like to join the showers with me, my dearest wife?" He chuckles and sits up, still didn't leave your vessel yet.
"Oh, I'd love this, my lovely husband." You tease right back, happy that he came here to make you feel better.
